*sauntering confidently across thethreshold entering the inn, is small red-haired halfing. In one hand heholds a much worn lute and in the other a tattered burlap sack. Lookingaround a moment, he pauses. And, listening closely hears the faintrhythm of conversation, coin, and glass that echoes unharmoniouslythroughout the inn. To this sound, he smiles widely and pulls his luteabout. Looking to the bartender, who gives him a cautious nod, he hopsonto the back of the nearest chair and precariously balances on the onegood leg the chair has.*

*a small strum on lute*"Oy, oy, oy, boys, gents, ladies, and wenches. Arc is 'ere, and song isclear, time fer some dance, some ale, and heroic romance...

*with an exagerrated wink to the bar wench*"So, sit ye back, Arc'll sing ye tales, and juggle a bit if the singin' fails!"

"But first things first, introductions and purse, Arc be the name, andtelling a' same, if no ale's in belly, be a singer's bane! Drink to thefill!"

*a quick roll back to the floor of the inn and Arcilis clears his throat quietly*

“Yet another over zealous soul learns the hard way of the darker side of Stormreach, eh?” Aristoblis says to his companions. The big man just nods his head while the dwarf grunts his agreement. The three sit in relative silence and watch the patrons of the bar come and go. Aristoblis motions to the barkeep and nods to the bedraggled halfling. The barkeep nods in return and heads off into the kitchen.

After a few moments he came back into the main room and walked over to the bard. He placed the 2 mugs of ale on the bar along with a plate of steaming hot food, then he slid Arc’s coin back to him. “Keep it,” the barkeep said, “it’s been taken care of.”

"The Nights need to get these buggers in 'eir heart, or whate'er it is'at drives 'em 'ere. But 'spose 'ere's many a cretin 'at the Nights bechasin'. 'Alf the city is overrun with some wickedness or another, asit is. Guess 'is'll be another afternoon in the pitch, 'en. Wish 'emkobolds luck, Arc's a halfling, he gots it in spades."

With that he finishes his ale, checks the straps on his bandolier ofthrowing knives, and heads to the door, an cold look of determinationweighing on his contenance.

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